Daniel Domig's paintings focus on the complexity of human existence. He deals with its barely fathomable depths, with our attempts at communication, our dreams, our ultimate failure. In the manner of a psycholo- gist the artist analyses the psyche. His pictures function either hung on walls in the traditional manner or as »building material« for sculptures.

For the TRIENNALE LINZ Domig has again opted for a three-dimensional approach. He has built a structure that to the casual observer appears to be a surface on which paintings will be hung. However, as with so many things, there are two sides to this. First you walk along a surface made of regularly aligned wooden slats; it is several metres long and tilted slightly backwards. Once you reach the end and look round the corner, »backstage«, as it were, you realise that the point Domig is making has nothing to do with a seem- ingly perfect surface for presentation purposes. The reverse side turns out to be what the whole construc- tion is all about. a ceramic figure, delicate and elongated, clings to the struts of the wooden structure with outstretched arms as if trying to support it and to grow in proportion to the progress the work is making, which entails the loss of its own corporeality. Knowing what the reverse side has in store makes you see the front with different eyes. The facade starts to disintegrate and to reveal what is on its far side.

"And when the hourglass has run out, the hourglass of temporality, when the noise of secular life has grown silent and its restless or ineffectual activism has come to an end, when everything around you is still, as it is in eternity - whether you are man or woman, rich or poor, dependent or free, happy or unhappy; whether you bore in your elevation the splendour of the crown or in humble obscurity only the toil and heat of the day; whether your name will be remembered for as long as the world lasts, and so will have been remembered as long as it lasted, or you are without a name and run namelessly with the numberless multitude; whether the glory that surrounded you surpassed all human description, or the severest and most ignominious human judgment was passed on you - eternity asks you and every one of these millions of millions, just one thing: whether you have lived in despair or not, whether so in despair that you did not know that you were in despair, or in such a way that you bore this sickness concealed deep inside you as your gnawing secret, under your heart like the fruit of a sinful love, or in such a way that, a terror to others, you raged in despair. If then, if you have lived in despair, then whatever else you won or lost, for you everything is lost, eternity does not acknowledge you, it never knew you, or, still more dreadful, it knows you as you are known, it manacles you to yourself in despair!"